Hi all,. A phrase you here quite a lot,
Time to move on. Or other variations. It’s time YOU moved on.
I,ve had this said to me once or twice. Or you have definitely heard it in conversations when someone is talking about somebody they know,. “It’s high time they moved on.”
So what is meant by that?. Just forget your dead child, it’s in the past , they don’t matter, you can’t bring them back.
My boy may not have mattered to others, but he certainly matters to me and he always will. If that means I have to loose all my friends or I have to move in different circles. I’m good with that, my son far outweighs those friendships.
At one time I would carry myself in a sheepish manner such was my pain and anguish. Loosing a child isn’t like loosing your house keys or forgetting where you parked your car. It’s a life changing trauma. It alters the rest of your life. If you haven’t lost a child it’s not like you don’t understand the off side rule but you can have it explained to you and then you go “aaarrhhh I get it”. Doesn’t work like that grieving for a child takes you all the way to the bottom. Everyday your brain is trying to rewire itself trying to understand all the things that’s happening to your body and mind. If you’ve ever seen the film. The imitation game". About the inigma code. Boffins have all day to try and figure out and solve 20 million morsecode messages and just as it gets to midnight and you think you are getting somewhere. The code goes back to zero and you have to start again. That’s what your brain is doing everyday trying to fathom and process the loss of your son/daughter. There is no “rite time” to move on. You have to go through what you have to go through and we are all different. Yes you can find distractions . Or you can build those walls up and keep a stiff upper lip. You can do all manner of things, but you can’t run away from the fact that you have lost the most precious thing you will ever have. You whole very existence is completely intertwined with your children. You made them, you nurtured them. You would fight Tigger’s for them without question. And yet here you are, just supposed to carry on without them almost as if them dying was just a bump in the road. I will carry my boy in my head and heart forever he was part of me and vice versa. Totally understand he meant little to other people or to strangers he might as well not existed at all. But he is a giant in my life and will carry on being so. The proudest 24 years of my life was when he was in it. It’s taken me a while to feel proud once more. Because you do loose yourself for a while. Grief can and does eat you up. It is very much all consuming. But you do reach a place when the good outweighs the bad. Ok I’m a bloke we don’t have feelings or cry. . I’ve cried enough to end the hosepipe ban believe me. But these days it’s only once in a blue moon. I suppose you could say I’ve moved on. But it’s not a conscious step you make, more of a transformation. I personally don’t think you can sidetrack grief and just be the person you were. You need to travel that road and and when you come out the other side. Then that’s the person you are.
Ok thanks for listening
Jim